200: Chapter 200 The Cobra's Revenge

The day ended, and as evening arrived, Qian Zhaodi and over 40 other employees gathered together, each at a computer, sifting through tens of thousands of photos to select the best ones for printing in the magazine.

The photographer had been quite inspired while shooting, taking dozens of pictures for a single pose, which made the selection process dizzying. Even Chen Hao was pulled over by Qian Zhaodi and asked to choose his favorite set of photos based on his own aesthetic sense.

Just as everyone was busy working enthusiastically, Young Master Hu burst in, accompanied by several delivery drivers, carrying over 40 cups of milk tea and coffee.

"I'm treating everyone to milk tea!"

Chen Hao questioned him.

"It's not that dog-themed milk tea, is it?"

"Drink with confidence, it's absolutely not."

Only then did Chen Hao relax.

Young Master Hu sidled up to Chen Hao, watching him select photos one by one.

"This one looks good, this one looks good too, send this one to me, I want to keep it!"

Chen Hao glared at him irritably.

"Can you just shut up? We're working!"

Young Master Hu mumbled.

"This one really is beautiful. A beautiful car and a beautiful woman. I want it for my phone background."

Chen Hao had a sudden inspiration, selecting photos as he spoke.

"Actually, for an online magazine, there's another way to make money: selling high-definition photos, computer wallpapers, and mobile wallpapers. Whether it's selling the copyright or fixed-price sales, as long as someone downloads it, we earn money."

"I'll write that down."

Young Master Hu also started imitating Zhuang Hua, carrying a small notebook everywhere to jot down Chen Hao's sudden ideas.

The longer one interacted with Chen Hao, the more they realized his brain was constantly working, always thinking of ways to make money, frequently generating inspiration that provided new avenues for profit.

So, after interacting for these two days, Young Master Hu had developed the habit of recording things immediately.

"Are you done writing?"

"All written down. Anything else?"

Chen Hao pointed to the side.

"Once you're done writing, go to the design team. They're discussing the planning roadmap for the fashion show—a hundred routes! You can go help them with some reference."

"Got it, I'll go help right away."

While everyone else was working quietly, Chen Hao sneezed several times in a row. He rubbed his nose casually, not taking it seriously at all.

...

In the basement of a certain clubhouse.

Cobra, with bandages wrapped around his head, sat on the sofa, surrounded by his subordinates who were trembling.

Cobra was currently examining the photos his underlings had secretly taken over the past two days. Every person in the photos was Chen Hao.

There were pictures of Chen Hao sitting in a Ferrari, reading a magazine.

There were photos of Chen Hao mingling inside the Models' bus heading to a private villa.

There were even pictures of Chen Hao and Young Master Hu, with their arms around each other.

Besides Chen Hao, the photos also featured Zhuang Hua, Qian Zhaodi, Zhang Menglu, and Cai Fenghua—several women, all appearing very intimate with Chen Hao.

"This bastard, he actually has quite a few female confidantes!"

Cobra slammed the photos onto the table. The subordinates immediately trembled and spoke cautiously.

"Boss, this kid is highly skilled. Many of our brothers have been defeated by him. Maybe we should just drop it? We really don't need to provoke a rich young master who can also fight."

"You might be afraid of him, but I am not!"

Cobra's eyes were filled with viciousness. He tossed the photos aside and pulled out a stack of documents, all containing investigation materials on Chen Hao.

Chen Hao, from Qingshui County, was an orphan with no parents. He was adopted and raised by Professor Chen at an orphanage. After Professor Chen passed away, he was admitted to university to study economics.

After graduation, he joined a startup company in Jiangcheng as a salesperson, where he held the title of Sales Champion for four consecutive years.

Today, after going to Guangcheng, his status and position have advanced by leaps and bounds. Rumor has it he has buttered up Wei Xinglong, has over a hundred million in savings, but doesn't own many assets. Currently, the only things traceable are one car, a rolls-royce phantom, and one property.

"Have you found the man surnamed Wu? Where is he hiding?"

As soon as Cobra finished speaking, several debt-collecting underlings rushed in, roughly shoving a man along—it was the ruined Boss Wu.

"Boss, we brought Boss Wu!"

"Get over there!"

With a strong shove, Boss Wu stumbled and knelt on the ground, looking fearfully at Cobra.

"Brother Cobra, it's not that I won't pay you back. Just give me a few more days, and I can definitely scrape the money together to cover the deficit."

A cold glint flashed in Cobra's eyes.

"Wu Yichun, do you know whose words are the least trustworthy in this world? One type is hypocrites, and the other type is gamblers like you."

He stood up and walked toward Boss Wu, looking down at him.

"You gambled yourself into ruin in Macau, yet you still haven't repented. You sold your property and company, not thinking about repaying debts, but obsessing only about gambling. What you have today is entirely your own doing."

Boss Wu's voice trembled as he spoke.

"Just give me three more days. I will definitely repay the money in three days. I swear, I can definitely pay it back!"

Cobra casually picked up a photo from the table and showed it to Boss Wu.

"You recognize this person, right?"

Boss Wu scrutinized it carefully.

"I know him, but we aren't close."

"Not close? Then why did you sell your 1,600-square-meter property to him for only 8 million?"

Boss Wu quickly kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"It was Secretary Sha from the Xinglong Group! She threatened me with evidence of my embezzlement, saying if I didn't agree, she would turn the evidence over, leading to my imprisonment. I dared not refuse!"

Cobra said coldly.

"So, his relationship with Wei Xinglong is indeed quite deep."

After thinking for a moment, he gave an order.

"Take Wu Yichun away and lock him up. Then call his family. If we don't see the money in three days, we'll cut out his kidney to settle the debt!"

"Brother Cobra, spare my life! Please spare me..."

After Wu Yichun was taken away, a subordinate tentatively asked.

"Boss, are we still going after Chen Hao? That bastard has quite a background. Even Boss Jiang backed down. Maybe we shouldn't..."

"Thud."

An ashtray suddenly smashed into the subordinate's head, causing him to bleed profusely and immediately pass out.

Cobra spoke with fierce venom.

"You boost others' morale while crushing our own spirit! In ancient times, a man like you would be the first to be executed when marching into battle!"

The other subordinates were trembling; some had even wet themselves out of fear.

Cobra casually dropped the ashtray on the floor and said in a sharp tone.

"If you want revenge, who says you must do it yourself? Borrowed knives to kill are also an option."

"If we can't deal with him, does that mean no one in this world can handle him?!"

Cobra sat back on the sofa and dialed a number on his phone.

"Hello, Brother Qiang? Yes, it's me. I heard you've arrived in Jiangcheng. Are you about to start your business?"

"What is it?"

"Nothing much, I just want to help you out."

"Oh."

"You know me. My ability to gather information on the streets is unmatched. So, no matter who you're targeting this time, just give me a name, and I guarantee I can find out how many times a day he goes to the restroom for you!"

"What are your conditions?"

"Brother Qiang really understands me. I hope that when you make your move, you can also help me take care of one person. I want him dead."

"Fine."

"Great, Brother Qiang. Tell me the name, and I'll start investigating for you."

"A female university student named Sun Qianhui in Wuyin, Jiangcheng."

"Got it, Brother. I'll bring you good news, Brother Qiang."